She placed both hands flat on my chest, nails grazing lightly against my skin, and started rocking her hips—forward, then back—rubbing and grinding every inch of her pussy along my cock like she was milking every nerve ending for pleasure.
"Ahhn~ ahh~ ah~ ahh~ ahhhh~... It's so good~! I can feel all of it inside~! Ahnnn~! I love this~!" she cried out, voice high and ragged.
Her moans dripped with raw lust, echoing in the room like music.
Her pussy was pulsing, writhing around me, walls clenching with incredible pressure.
Every soft ridge and fleshy bead inside her rippled, trying to squeeze every drop out of me with every slow, grinding thrust.
Just then, Myrcella leaned forward, her breath hot against my chest.
Her lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking, licking, swirling her tongue with gentle flicks.
Her other hand guided her own breast to my mouth, and I obeyed instinctively—taking her nipple between my lips and sucking on it.
